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Minerich Romeo+Juliet Act 4+5

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Paris-- Friar Lawrence
Allusion (Venus)
Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love,
For Venus smiles not in the house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts in dangerous
That she do give her sorrow so much sway
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage
To stop the inundation of her tears,
Which is too much minded by herself one
May be put from by her society.
Now do you know the reason of this haste
Juliet-- Friar Lawrence
Juliet threatens to attempt suicide
Foreshowing (Juliet ends up killing herself)
Tell me not, friar, that thou hearest of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
If in thy wisdom thou canst prevent give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou pur hands.
Friar Lawrence-- Juliet
He is going to give her a potion to make her appear dead
Hold, daughter, I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate as execution,
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
Then it is likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That copest with death himself to 'scape from it.
And if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
Juliet--Friar Lawrence
She would rather lie with a dead man in the catacombs with her relatives than marry Paris
Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house,
O'ercover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks and yellow hapless skulls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
Or hide me with a dead man in his shroud.
Friar Lawrence-- Juliet
Tell your parents you'll marry Paris, sleep alone and take this potion. Potion will give her no pulse and make her appear completely dead.
Hold, then. Go home, be merry. Give consent
To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow.
Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.
Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.
Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
And this distilling liquor drink thou off,
42 hours
How long does the potion last?
Friar Lawrence--Juliet
Juliet will pretend to die. Juliet will have a funeral and die then be put in a tomb with the other Capulets. Then, Friar will send a letter to Romeo. Romeo will get it and come save her and they will run off to Mantua.
Then as the manner of our country is,
In thy best robes, unconverted on the bier,
Thou shall be borne to the same ancient vault
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither shall he come, and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from thy present home
If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it
Juliet--Lord Capulet
I learned that disobeying my father is a sin, please forgive me! "I'm ready to marry Paris!"
Where have I learnt me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here
To beg your pardon.
Lord Capulet--Lady Capulet
I will get everything ready and tell Paris personally
And all the things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
I'll not to bed tonight; let me alone
I'll play the housewife for this once. What ho!
They are all fourth, well, I shall walk myself
To County Paris to prepare up him!
Against tomorrow, my heart is wondrous light,
Since in the same wayward girl is so reclaim'd
Juliet--herself
Second guessing potion
What if the Friar is trying to kill me, to get rid of his problems
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?
No, no. This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.
What if it be a poison, which the Friar
Subtly hath ministered to have me dead,
Lest the marriage he should be dishonored
Because he married me before to Romeo?
dramatic irony
Scene 4 is all...
Lord Capulet--Nurse
Simile (like an untimely frost)
Ha? Let me see her. Out alas! She's cold.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff.
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Lord Capulet--Paris
Personification (saying death is now his son-in-law)
Ready to go, but never ready to return.
O, son! The night before the wedding day
Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death in my son-in-law. Death is my heir.
Nurse
Apostrophe
O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful day
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day, O day, O day, O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this.
O woeful day, O woeful day!
Friar Lawrence--Capulet parents
She's in the best place, she's in heaven
Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid. Now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid.
Your part in her you could not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion,
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced.
Friar Lawrence--Capulet
Essentially telling them they did something bad (making her marry Paris) and it's their fault
Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him;
And go, Sir Paris. Every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave.
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill.
Move them no more by crossing their high will.
Mantua
Where is act 5?
Romeo
Foreshadowing
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne,
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—
Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think—
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips
That I revived and was an emperor.
Ah me! How sweet is love itself possessed
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
Romeo--Balthasar
Fate
Is it e'en so? Then I defy you, stars!
Thou know'st my lodging. Get me ink and paper,
And hire post horses. I will hence tonight.
Romeo--Solilquy
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.
Let's see for means. O mischief, thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
I do remember an apothecary—
And hereabouts he dwells—which late I noted
In tattered weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples. Meager were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones,
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scattered to make up a show.

Noting this penury, to myself I said,
"An if a man did need a poison now"—
Whose sale is present death in Mantua—
"Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him."
Oh, this same thought did but forerun my need,
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
What, ho! Apothecary!
1. Romeo

2. Apothecary
I pay thy poverty and not thy will.

Put this in any liquid thing you will
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
Kill
What does the word dispatch mean?
Romeo--Apothecary
The poison is "medicine"; remedy to his grief
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison. Thou hast sold me none.
Farewell. Buy food, and get thyself in flesh.—
Infectious pestilence
What is the "plague"
Friar John--Friar Lawrence
Going to find a barefoot brother out,
One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Sealed up the doors and would not let us forth.
So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed.
Friar Lawrence-- Friar John
Iron crow= crowbar
Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice but full of charge,
Of dear import, and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence.
Get me an iron crow and bring it straight
Unto my cell.
He's there to strew flowers and grieve.
Why is Paris at the grave?
Paris, at Juliet's tomb
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew—
O woe! Thy canopy is dust and stones—
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew.
Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans,
The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
Romeo--Balthasar
Tells Balthasar to give the suicide letter to his Dad and to not tell anyone or else he will kill him.
Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
Hold, take this letter. Early in the morning
See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Give me the light.
Upon thy life I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
To get Juliet's ring (he already has it, she gave it to him before)
What was Romeo's excuse to go into the tomb?
Romeo---Himself
personification (the earth is hungry)
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
And in despite I'll cram thee with more food!
Paris--himself
This is that banished haughty Montague,
That murdered my love's cousin, with which grief,
It is supposed the fair creature died.
And here is come to do some villainous shame
To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.
Romeo--Paris
"Run away, I'm desperate! I might kill you!"
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Put not another sin upon my head
By urging me to fury. O, be gone!
By heaven, I love thee better than myself,
For I come hither armed against myself.
Stay not, be gone. Live, and hereafter say
A madman's mercy bid thee run away.
Romeo--himself(Juliet)
dramatic irony
says death can't take away Juliet's beauty
asks Tybalt (already dead) for forgiveness
Call this a lightning?—O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advancèd there.—
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favor can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Romeo, at Juliet's grave
Catastrophe #1
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again. Here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark.
Here's to my love! O true apothecary,
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Juliet--Friar Lawrence
O comfortable Friar! Where is my lord?
I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
Friar Lawrence--Juliet
he's inviting her to become a nun
And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.
Juliet, next to Romeo's dead body
What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.—
O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative.
Thy lips are warm.
Juliet (kills herself with Romeo's dagger)
Catastrophe #2
Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger,
This is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.
Lord Montague--Prince
Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.
Grief of my son's exile hath stopped her breath.
What further woe conspires against mine age?
Prince Escales-Friar
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Till we can clear these ambiguities
And know their spring, their head, their true descent,
And then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death. Meantime forbear,
And let mischance be slave to patience.—
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
Friar Lawrence--Prince
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet,
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife.
I married them, and their stol'n marriage day
Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death
Banished the new-made bridegroom from the city
Friar Lawrence--Prince
Was stayed by accident, and yesternight
Returned my letter back. Then all alone
At the prefixèd hour of her waking
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault,
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo,
But when I came, some minute ere the time
Of her awakening, here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
Friar Lawrence--Prince
Friar Lawrence is blaming the nurse, saying she knew too
All this I know, and to the marriage
Her Nurse is privy. And if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrificed some hour before his time
Unto the rigor of severest law.
Balthasar--Prince
I brought my master news of Juliet's death,
And then in post he came from Mantua
To this same place, to this same monument.
(shows a letter) This letter he early bid me give his father,
And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
If I departed not and left him there.
Prince-- Lord Montague & Lord Capulet
This letter doth make good the friar's words,
Their course of love, the tidings of her death.
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies?—Capulet! Montague!
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!
And I, for winking at your discords, too
Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.
Lord Montague--Lord Capulet
Denouement
they're putting a statue up
But I can give thee more,
For I will raise her statue in pure gold,
That whiles Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.
Prince
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Mercutio
Tybalt
Paris
Romeo
Juliet
Lady Montague
Death Toll
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